The Royals

March 20, 2020

As Americans, we get a kick out the term royals. That’s because we don’t have any royals nor do we want any. Well, that’s the way it looks on paper anyway. Remember that little dust-up in 1776? Yep, we thought we settled the royals question right then and there. But did we?

We have our own brand of royals in the United States in the form of political dynasties. We started out with two Adams. Then we had a couple of Roosevelts. We moved ahead with the Kennedys (almost). We also had King George the Bush and his successor and son Bush the Younger. And yes, we almost had the Royal House of Hillary. Better judgment stepped in.

On the whole, American’s really don’t like political dynasties, royals or anything of the sort. We don’t like our politicians fresh out of the can or pre-baked. We tend to be more inclusive and encourage merit based leaders. Of course, that doesn’t always work out but at least we don’t start the whole process by idol worshiping people born into high stations.

In Britain, of course, things are different. They revere their royals and continue to financially support their queen, who by the way is the richest woman in the world. Their royal children are born into privilege and the pomp that surrounds the whole clan reminds one in America of a three penny circus.

The recent theatrical break from the royal plantation by Harry and Meghan is of course merely kabuki theater. With all of the television coverage, one would think that being a royal was more important that the Corona Virus outbreak. Then of course there is Prince Andrew who serves to remind all of us that perhaps being a royal isn’t what it’s cracked-up to be. Maybe he’ll change his title to Prince of Perversion, who knows?

Agreed. Please don’t take my post personally. I live in Italy and my American accent draws a lot of interest and compliments to my homeland. However, they aren’t fond of our politics and I can appreciate that for what it’s worth. 😎 BTW – My mother’s family came to America from Britain on the Mary and John in 1634.

Can’t really get into peeping at princes and such. The whole celebrity ogling (and worshipping) has become lost on me entirely, regardless of whether they be royals, sport heroes, movie stars, rock stars, politicians, or what-have-you. I’ll admit as a youngster it was a different story.